17 Panes Of Glass

Chapter #19 (FINAL)

Author's Note: I would like to take a minute and just apologize for this chapter, it may be a bit shorter and probably the ending as well. I'm trying to wrap it up so I apologize if the ending seems a bit rushed and isn't very good. This was my first attempt at writing on here and I plan to write more stories after this one is finished. I hope you've enjoyed this one. Enjoy the last chapter. :)
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When I woke the next morning, my body felt completely at bliss? I felt so relaxed from a great sleep. I knew I hadn't slept that good in awhile. I smiled and looked beside me to see Cameron still asleep. He looked equally filled with peace and bliss as he breathed gently. I couldn't help but wonder what he was dreaming about. I shook the thought from my head as I got up from the bed, careful not to wake him. I stretched and made my way over to the bathroom to shower.

Seeing as I was still naked from the previous night's events I didn't have to worry about stripping down. I bent over to turn on the water and stepped into the waiting warm stream. I washed my hair first like always. It wasn't until I was washing soap off of my face that I felt two strong hands wrap around my stomach and embrace me.

    "Good morning." Cameron greeted, kissing my neck.

    "Good morning." I said back smiling.

    "How'd you sleep?" Cameron asked rubbing little circles into my stomach.

    "Very well. The best I've slept in a while." I admitted turning my head towards him.

    "Me too. It's no mystery as to why." He replied.

    "Oh really? Enlighten me Mr. Glass." I answered playfully now fully turning to face him and began to lather soap across his body.

    "It's the first time I've went to bed completely sure of myself in a long time. I went to bed knowing that I had feelings for you, but the fear of it had gone away somehow. Like I knew everything would be ok.....that sounds very corny I realize that." Cameron explained.

I took a moment to look up into his dark blue-gray eyes that were normally poised in a hardened smoldering stare, to find that they were a softer blue-gray, kind of cheerful. This made me smile and kiss him lightly.

    "Well I was cliché last night so now it's your turn." I laughed. "But I agree with you, I think everything will be ok."

    Cameron smiled in relief at my reply. "Good. But in light of us making this work, I would like to do something, to take you somewhere. Somewhere special." He stated.

    I raised a curious eyebrow. "Where?" I asked.

    "Paris." He spoke.

My eyes widened. Paris?! Fucking Paris!? My smile grew ear to ear as I threw my arms around Cameron's neck, hugging him. He hugged me tightly back.

    "I take it you want to go?" He assumed.

    "With you? Absolutely!!!" I cheered.

And with that we finished up washing each other, not leading into any shower sex, just a nice passionate shower together.

After getting out and drying off we had breakfast prepared by the maid Cameron hired to come and clean his apartment and cook for him. She was so nice. Her name was Mrs. Sullivan. She was a great cook!

After breakfast Cameron pulled out his laptop and began booking a flight to Paris for us. It was in a week. I was so excited! Cameron drove me home a little while later and I told Liz about Paris. She was ecstatic, we began freaking out together and danced all around the apartment like a couple of weirdos.

After our little celebration I went to our storage closet and grabbed a suitcase out of it. I began setting aside outfits for Paris.

The week flew by and finally the morning of our flight had arrived! Cameron and I got our bags checked and waited to be called to board. After about 10 minutes of waiting a voice over the intercom spoke up.

    "Mr. Cameron Glass, your private jet is at gate 17, Private jet at gate 17 Mr. Glass."

I just stared at Cameron as he shot me a smile. He took my hand in his and led me through gate 17 and onto the private jet, lavishly decorated with velvet seats. We sat down next to each other and Cameron poured us glasses of champagne. The Captain came back to us and shook Cameron's hand and mine, greeting us with a bright smile. He promised a relaxing flight and to make ourselves at home for the next few hours.

As Cameron and I sipped our champagne I felt Cameron slip his hand into mine and brush his thumb over my knuckles as we began to take off.

    "Mine." I heard him whisper over the roar of the engine.

    I smiled and looked out the window at the shrinking ground below us. I took a moment to take in what had happened over the course of the past few weeks:

I had gotten a better job to help make better money, while at the same time meeting what could potentially be the man of my dreams. Dark, mysterious, sensitive, dominant, sexy Cameron Glass. It amazed me how I fell so quick for him. I guess the heart just knows what it wants. It also amazed me that I 'melted his icy heart' and made him fall for me. I don't even know how I did it, but I'm glad I did. I don't know if he noticed it, but Cameron had changed me too. He allowed me to explore new sexual practices and I came out of them thoroughly enjoying myself. It's odd admitting to myself that I'm into being whipped and chained, but it was the truth, and I was happy, and Cameron seemed to be too. That's all that really mattered to the both of us. Coming back to reality I remember what Cameron had whispered minutes before and finally responded, my voice filled with sincerity:

    "Yours. All yours."

The End